You woke up this morningGot yourself a gun,Mama always said you’d beThe Chosen One.

She said: You’re one in a millionYou’ve got to burn to shine,But you were born under a bad sign,With a blue moon in your eyes.

When you woke up this morningAll that love had gone,Your Papa never told youAbout right and wrong.

But you’reBut you’re looking good, baby,I believe that you’re a feeling fine,(shame about it),Born under a bad signWith a blue moon in your eyes.

So sing it now

Woke up this morningGot a blue moonGot a blue moon in your eyesSo sadGod damnGod damned shame about it

You woke up this morningThe world turned upside down, (Lord above),Thing’s ain’t been the sameSince the Blues walked into town.

But you’reBut you’re one in a millionYou’ve got that shotgun shine. (shame about it),Born under a bad sign,With a blue moon in your eyes.

When you woke up this morning everything was gone.By half past ten your head was going ding-dong.Ringing like a bell from your head down to your toes,like a voice trying to tell you there’s something you shouldknow. Last night you were flying but today you’re so low- ain’t it times like these that make you wonder ifyou’ll ever know the meaning of things as they appear tothe others; wives, husbands, mothers, fathers, sisters andbrothers. Don’t you wish you didn’t function, don’t you wish youdidn’t think beyond the next paycheck and the next littledrink? Well you do so make up your mind to go on, ‘coswhen you woke up this morning everything you had was gone.

Woke up this morning,Woke up this morning,Woke up this morning,You want to be,You want to be the Chosen One.Yeah, you know it.Just can’t help yourself, yeah.

Woke up this morning,Woke up this morning,Woke up this morning,Got yourself a gun.Got yourself a gun.Got yourself a gun